While there's a fierce battle going on somewhere, Huang Qiuyan has her own worries.
She's starving and her hand looks abnormal. It's not healing fast. She pouts and swings it like a pendulum. The pain makes her flinch.
[Dear Host, are you a masochist?]
[System, why is it not healing?]
[Dear Host, you are healing slowly. That's because you didn't have your mate's blood for some time.]
Huang Qiuyan lets out a tired sigh. She looks at the obstacle. The magical wall.
"How do I break the spell?" She asks the system. She's clueless about everything. She learned the arts that a perfect wife must know. None of those are useful in this situation. She can't dance her way out of this cell for sure.
[Dear Host, you don't have enough points to buy a spellbook. I suggest trying the trial and hit method.]
"Why don't I have points?" She's sure that she had 500+ points left.
[Dear Host, your clothes cost 550 points.]
